Chapter 51
This was probably the most outrageous request that Amuro Toru had ever heard. "I've never seen a person who can talk about burglary so confidently."
Kitahara Yuki released the hand that was holding Amuro Toru, took a step back to distance the two of them, and said in a cold tone, "Now that we've met, do you have any opinions? Don't delay, hurry up."
"I need to deal with things here first, it will take about ten minutes."
Amuro Toru compromised, patted Kitahara Yuki's shoulder soothingly, and then carefully zipped up his coat along the open coat.
"Don't dress like this, it's easy to get sick."
Kitahara Yuki sighed and didn't answer, which was considered as tacit agreement.
He followed behind Amuro Toru, crossed his hands across his chest, like a responsible supervisor, watching him deal with all the follow-up matters.
Until Toru Amuro got into the driver's seat of the Mazda.
"You are quite honest. If the things you leave for me are good, I will temporarily forgive you for tricking me to the first floor."
Kitahara Yuki fastened his seat belt and waited for Toru Amuro's car to fly out.
However, a second later, Kitahara Yuki saw the white Mazda leaving the parking space at a turtle speed and slowly wandering on the road.
He widened his eyes in surprise and subconsciously looked at the car key.
It was not replaced with a new one. It was indeed the original Mazda RX7.
"Is it sick? It feels like Mazda has suddenly changed from a difficult kid to a gray-haired old man."
"A very unique way of describing it, you personified Mazda?" Amuro Toru released the accelerator with a natural expression, and when the car speed reached thirty miles per hour, he slowly stepped on the accelerator.
The speed control was just right, and no one would notice his series of operations unless someone got into the driver's seat.
Obviously, the psychology expert next to him, who was very well-educated in front of outsiders, would not make such a rude move.
Five minutes ago, he sent a text message to Kazami about the things in the drawer that he had taken away from the Trojan Apartment. According to Kazami's speed, he would need to delay for another twenty minutes.
Maybe taking a detour is a good choice.
"Don't think about taking a detour." Kitahara Yuki's eyes moved around Amuro Toru's face, "No one's thoughts can escape my eyes."
He raised his eyebrows, opened the storage box between the driver's seat and the co-driver's seat, took out a can of black coffee, opened it and took a gulp.
After being frightened, his chaotic mind suddenly became clear, and his brain was working rapidly, "Don't think about changing the topic, you have always regarded Mazda as an old friend. Drive faster, I want to go to the Trojan Apartment."
What would Amuro Toru leave for him?
Bank card? Real estate certificate? Or a letter?
Oh, this is really interesting.
The mystery of his good friend made him look particularly excited, and his bright eyes stared at the scene outside the car without blinking.
He was like a free bird that could fly into the sky at any time by flapping its wings. He wished he could reach the Trojan Apartment in the next second.
"You want to know so much?" Amuro Toru said in a hurry, "Why don't you choose to ask me, maybe I will tell you the answer."
Kitahara Yuki turned around, looked at Amuro Toru carefully, and said lazily: "No, you are a friend with a very bad personality. You like to see me anxious."
"So smart."
Kitahara Yuki ignored him and continued to stare at the scene outside. He would not let Amuro Toru have the opportunity to detour.
The current speed of the car was already very unfair to the Mazda that came to Ye Ya to chase Akai Shuichi. He would not let Amuro Toru label the Mazda as lost.
After patting the seat, the touch of skin and leather seat was transmitted to the palm of his hand. Kitahara Yuki said in a whisper: "Don't worry, I won't give Amuro the opportunity to slander you."
Forty minutes later, the Mazda did not park smoothly in the garage of the Trojan Apartment.
Under normal circumstances, the distance from Datian Building to Trojan Apartment is twenty minutes, but Amuro Toru took thirty minutes to return to Trojan Apartment.
And he used the remaining ten minutes to show Kitahara Yuki his reverse parking skills.
Kitahara Yuki unbuckled his seat belt and took a deep breath to express his emotions.
"It took you ten minutes to reverse into the garage? I can drive faster than you with my feet? You don't even hide the purpose of delaying time."
Amuro Toru: ...
He didn't expect Kitahara Yuki to have the patience to wait for him to reverse into the garage for ten minutes.
Without unbuckling his seat belt, Toru Amuro started the car again, facing Kitahara Yuki's puzzled gaze, drove out of the parking space and stopped one meter away.
He crossed his arms and looked at Kitahara Yuki calmly, "Show me how to reverse into the garage with your feet."
Kitahara Yuki: ...
The black-haired young man snorted and chuckled briefly, glanced coldly at Toru Amuro, suddenly opened the car door, and walked away.
He turned on his phone and entered the chat room.
[Little Lucky: Xiaoguang, at 15:32, please copy the video in the garage of the Trojan Apartment for me. Also, edit and reduce the video of Toru Amuro taking ten minutes to reverse into the garage. I need the essence.]
[Believe in Guang: Okay... one minute.]
[Believe in Guang: Ten minutes to reverse into the garage.rmvb Did Toru Amuro offend you? Do you need my revenge? Kitahara Yuki
ignored Hase Hikaru's next words and chose to open the video.
At 15:32, the Mazda drove into the parking lot under the Trojan Apartment.
At 15:33, the Mazda failed to enter the parking lot. The front of the car and the vertical line of the garage formed an absurd 90 degrees, accompanied by
Amuro Toru's exaggerated exclamation - "Oh no, my driving skills are really too good!" and the cold voice of the co-pilot Kitahara Yuki - "You are too lazy to even give me such a lame excuse."
At 15:34, the Mazda tried to enter the parking lot again. This time, the front of the car and the vertical line of the garage formed a 45-degree angle, accompanied by Amuro Toru's gentle voice - "You see, I have made great progress."
This sentence successfully received a cold snort from the co-pilot.
After turning off the screen, Kitahara Yuki had a deep memory of the rest of the scene, and there was no need to continue watching.
He knocked on Amuro Toru's door and said to the room owner behind him, "Open the door."
As soon as the door opened, Kitahara Yuki moved quickly and nimbly, and rushed straight to Amuro Toru's bedroom and pulled open the drawer of the left bedside cabinet.
As expected, there was nothing, even the cabinets had tiny water stains.
Someone had moved the items in the drawer not long ago and cleaned it.
A subordinate who pays attention to details and is trusted by Amuro Toru -
"It's Yuya Kazami." Kitahara Yuki looked at Amuro Toru who was leaning against the door frame. The other person had a calm expression and was not surprised by his conclusion at a glance.
"Go on." Amuro Toru smiled and turned to the refrigerator to get a can of black coffee and a can of latte.
"Yukiya Kazami, 30 years old, deputy police captain, average fighting skills, average ability, he perfectly embodies the word moderation. But he is obedient enough and pays attention to details, which is one of the reasons why you are optimistic about him."
Kitahara Yuki took the black coffee opened by Amuro Toru and was very satisfied that he didn't have to pull the pull ring.
"You delay time so that he can take the things originally in the drawer. But because he is too obedient, he will not take the things out of this room without your order."
Looking around, Kitahara Yuki added, "He will choose to put this thing in a place I will not enter, and the place that has been shadowing me recently is--" "
Kitchen!"
The two said in unison, looked at each other tacitly, and rushed to the kitchen.
The detective's desire to win reached its peak at this moment, and the suddenly increased adrenaline stimulated the brain and heart.
When Amuro Toru was about to arrive in the kitchen first, Kitahara Yuki suddenly jumped and threw himself on Amuro Toru.
The blond police officer's body swayed, and the sudden increase in force on his back made him lose balance and fall to the ground.
He quickly grabbed Kitahara Yuki's wrist, turned around, and locked the black-haired young man tightly in his arms, with his broad palm against the back of Kitahara Yuki's head.
The loud sound of the landing and the muffled groan of Amuro Toru rang out together.
"Don't do such dangerous things in a small space." Amuro Toru's suppressed and serious voice came from above.
The pungent smell of blood came from not far from the tip of his nose. Kitahara Yuki reacted instantly and realized that Amuro Toru's hand was injured. He could sense the slight tremor of the hand against the back of his head.
If Toru Amuro had not changed his position, his head would have been injured. Apparently, the sharp corner of the cabinet would have taught him a great lesson.
"I'm sorry." Kitahara Yuki stood up very quickly and pulled Toru Amuro up from the ground. His eyes fell on the other's bloody hand, and he looked away suddenly as if he was burned.
"Go bandage it first!"
Pressing Toru Amuro on the sofa forcefully, Kitahara Yuki followed the life habits of the blond policeman and successfully found the medical kit after a mistake.
He took a deep breath and held Toru Amuro's injured right hand.
"Relax." Toru Amuro stared at Kitahara Yuki's tightly pursed lips for a while, and soothed him: "Guilt made you lose your composure, and your brain didn't find the location of the first aid kit in the first time."
The atmosphere was a little quiet. Haro rubbed Kitahara Yuki's trousers worriedly. He silently picked up the iodine to disinfect and carefully bandaged the back of Toru Amuro's injured hand.
After tying the bandage, Kitahara Yuki said dryly: "I'm sorry, your right hand is injured. I... I will cook for you tomorrow as one of the compensations."
Toru Amuro laughed briefly, "I'm like this, and you still want to destroy my kitchen?"
Kitahara Yuki: ...
Reason told him that Toru Amuro said this to reduce his guilt, and emotionally he wanted to punch Toru Amuro now.
However, this matter was indeed his fault. The courage to admit mistakes is a rare quality, and Kitahara Yuki just has it.
"Maybe you have something to ask me. I will tell you the truth even though I feel guilty."
The words of weakness made Amuro Toru feel a sense of fun that was both reasonable and unexpected.
He gently placed his injured right hand on his right knee and leaned back slightly. This action could fully capture Kitahara Yuki's figure and observe his every move.
The black-haired young man was sitting listlessly on a small stool at this moment, like a rose on Kitahara Yuki's balcony that would not survive this winter.
His cheeks were slightly puffed up, and shame and unhappiness were neatly written on his handsome face.
Reason told Toru Amuro that he should take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to analyze Kitahara Yuki's inner thoughts, so as to achieve the goal of firmly tying Kitahara Yuki to the public security.
"Don't be like this, communication between friends does not require the exchange of interests."
Toru Amuro suddenly reached out and pinched Kitahara Yuki's puffy cheeks, glancing at the other's eyes that were wide open in surprise.
"You look surprised."
Kitahara Yuki choked, and this posture made his voice sound a little soft: "No one can stay calm in this situation. I thought you were the kind of person who puts national interests above everything else."
Toru Amuro did not answer, and Kitahara Yuki did not need to answer. His eyes fell into the void, and his thoughts slowly drifted away.
In that case, it might be a good idea to use a different apology gift to help the guy in front of him deal with the Ferris wheel bomber and Pramya.
"You received a text message on the fourth floor? Which phone did you receive it on?"
The topic changed so quickly that Amuro was stunned for a second, but he quickly realized that Kitahara Yuki was referring to the text message from the bomber.
"Yes, it belongs to Furuya Rei's phone. They're targeting Furuya Rei."